Chapter 8
Holly Granger waited impatiently in her studio apartment, fuming as she smoked cigarette after cigarette, jamming them out in the ashtray. Try though she might, she could not force Keith Edwards' excitingly obscene cunt-licking and fingering that she had received from her mind. Images of his eagerly probing finger and tongue, and her own body bucking and slapping against him whirled through her brain, kindling the fires of rage in her pussy. She had begun smoking, something she never did because she was a swimmer, but she was so upset that her boss, Warren Friesen, had come walking through the door. He had looked mad, and somehow oddly betrayed, and somehow she had the feeling she was not going to get off easily. He was going to confront her with what she'd done at the Center.
Holly was doubly nervous as she realized how foolish she'd been, thinking that Keith Edwards was her confidant; why else would those horrible boys, Mike Slade and Steve, know to look through the window? The whole thing had been a set-up from the beginning, and Holly knew she would never ever forgive Keith. God, no telling what might have happened if Warren and that handsome swimmer, Mark, hadn't shown up then ... the two other young men might have come through the window and raped her! But, the pretty brunette thought, the way she was so turned on she probably would have welcomed the fucking!
Oh God, what kind of depraved sex maniac was she? Holly practically sobbed. Instead, she took another cigarette out of the pack and lit it, exhaling slowly.
What would Warren say to her when he got here ... he looked angry, but it was a cold sort of an anger ... icy cold. God, she hated this waiting, and she wished he'd come.
But, for now, as she sat chain-smoking in her living room, the nervous young brunette began to wonder whether she had been a fool, not saving her body for one man. She wondered if it really was wrong to go out and have sex from many different men. And the more she pondered it, the more sure she was she was right. But how, how she wondered, could she get back in Warren Friesen's good graces? Well, fuck him. Maybe she should just go out to a bar somewhere and pick up a good fuck, even though that wasn't her style ... but what was the point in waiting around? Suddenly she was mad. Who did he think he was, anyway?
Holly was startled by a knock on her door.
"It's open, Warren," she said out loud. She was mad, now, and suddenly determined not to take any crap from him.
A smile of grim determination crossed her face as the front door opened and Warren Friesen entered, his face flushed, the buttons on his shirt fixed in a clumsy manner, his blue jeans rumpled. It looked as though he had been drinking. As he entered, Holly simply puffed on her cigarette, giving no indication whatsoever that she had noticed him.
"About what happened at the center, I can't just forget about it, you know," he said, looking down at the voluptuous brunette.
Holly suppressed a laugh. He was trying to make her feel ashamed. Well, she was, but she wasn't going to show him. She had made up her mind to treat him exactly the way he treated her. They were going to be equals from now on.
"Listen, Holly, we've got to talk about us," he said as he approached her. The pretty brunette tilted her head back on the couch, took a luxurious puff of her cigarette and laughed capriciously as she exhaled the smoke.
"What about us? We aren't really lovers, you know, just because we fucked once. You sound as though you're jealous, Warren!"
She did not even lift her eyes to him as she said this, pretending to ignore him in the haughtiest way imaginable. She was fully prepared for the outburst of indignation that she knew was coming.
Warren, for his part, could hardly believe his ears. Never before had Holly displayed such outright insolence in the way she was doing now. Despite any problems they'd had at the center, she'd always been polite, and he had grown to actually love her. But now, now she was sitting there not even bothering to look at him, even though he had caught her with her bikini pulled up, getting fingered and licked ... she could at least act a little ashamed!
But Warren figured she was probably still upset from that episode. She was just embarrassed and trying to cover it up. Sure, he was pissed, but maybe he'd just let it go. She was just waiting for him to say something nice to her and tell her that he'd just forget about everything that he saw and to never let it happen again. Should he? Holly was a sexy-looking woman who was attracted to him, so much so that she had actually gone to all the trouble of seducing him. What was he supposed to do, fire her, and never get another piece of that fantastic cunt?
He knew Holly could learn to love him, if only she knew that he had been taken over by ungovernable lust and love for her, but how could he explain all this? The only thing he could do was try to relieve her embarrassment somehow.
"Look, Holly, you know that letting that Edwards kid lick and finger your cunt was wrong, but I promise I'm not going to fire you."
As soon as he said this though, her sharp blue eyes glared up at him, and she leaned forward on the couch and jammed her cigarette into the ashtray with a violent thrust.
"Oh, thank you for not firing me!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Nothing!"
"Look, bitch. I was doing you a big favor by coming by with Donahue. He's looking for a partner to swim the channel with, wants to break some sort of record having to do with a male-female team. I thought you'd be interested."
"Oh, you mean he wants me to be his partner? Oh God, I'd love it! I'd love it! I love swimming ... and ... he's so handsome and sexy...." she blurted out excitedly without even thinking.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she added. "You're sexy too, Warren."
"You seem to think an awful lot about sex, Holly. And you seem to fuck around with a lot of guys. How many others at the center have you let fuck you all this time, bitch!"
"Warren!"
But he couldn't help it. His anger had returned. "How many, bitch!"
"N-now wait a minute," she protested weakly.
"Don't try to cover it up, Holly," he replied with determination. "I suppose I should have expected something like this. I really shouldn't be at all surprised by it.
"What-what do you mean?"
"I'm in love with you, but that doesn't matter. I'm going to get even with you, Holly."
Warren found himself unable to move, frozen in place. The sensuous eyes looked impossibly cold, and he was speaking in such an odd tone of voice that for a moment she wondered if he might not be suffering from a severe nervous strain.
"Warren, what are you talking about-getting even with me ... and loving me?"
"I mean", I'm going to get even with you, Holly. I mean that I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not."
Holly's face collapsed. He was dead serious, she could see that. Never in her life would she have expected this kind of reaction. For him to fire her or shout at her that he was going to fuck her whether she liked it or not ... she wanted him to leave her apartment ... how dare he speak to her like that!
"Get out!" she shouted.
But he didn't pay any attention, his mind reeling as he pictured her at the center. He could see other men then, enjoying her body, her pussy, her tits, as they rammed their cocks up between her long white legs. He was jealous and angry ... very angry.
Holly had moved toward him from the couch now to confront him, and he wasn't bothering to conceal any of the anger inside.
"I said get out of here, Warren. And you don't have to fire me, because I quit. I've just decided I'm going to get in touch with Donahue. I'll be his partner in the swim!"
"You just watch who you're talking to, you little bitch," he snarled. "I love you and you turned me on. Okay, so you let Edwards play with you ... you were probably hot ... so you're human. But we're going to sit down and talk. I want you to marry me, Holly...."
"Oh, sure you do. Sure ... you're in love with my body."
"Listen, damn it. If you keep egging me on this way, I'm gonna smack you, but good!"
"Go ahead, go right ahead and try it if that makes you feel like a man. I'm sure this isn't the first time you've told a girl you love her, especially since you happen to like her cunt!"
"Damn it!" he shouted violently. "Stop acting the fucking slut you've been and probably are!"
Though it was Holly who had started out goading him, the situation had suddenly reversed itself. She hadn't expected her boss to be this strong and unflinching, and suddenly her temper snapped. She lunged at him and tried to slap his face, but he caught her wrist and twisted it until she winced with pain.
"You little cunt ... this'll teach you never to...."
"Warren, Warren, please, you're hurting me," she whimpered, tears of excruciating pain streaming from her eyes. "I was only saying that...."
"Maybe you are a tramp ... Christ, I'd like to see you being fucked by some man ... right in the asshole!"
"Warren, no! Oh God, please."
"Get naked," he hissed suddenly, cruelly from between clenched teeth. "Right here and right now. I'm going to fuck you good and hard, honey. And you're going to love it."
"Warren, y-you're hurting me."
Suddenly he released his grip on her wrist, but as the young brunette breathed a premature sigh of relief, he took a step forward and grasped the front of her yellow shift with both hands. With a violent gesture, he tore it apart so that the front ripped open and fell to the floor.
"I told you to get those clothes off! Now I'm gonna take them off for you. I want you naked!"
Holly's mouth and eyes were wide open with horror. She could not even resist as he hooked his fingers under her bikini bra and suddenly yanked it apart, bursting the snap in back. He pulled the scraps down over her shoulders as she struggled and tried to squirm away. But it was no use; her roundly trembling tits were naked and exposed before his lustful gaze, and she crossed her arms defensively over her chest as she cowered back from his violent intentions.
"N-no, Warren, please don't do this! I didn't mean to hurt you ... I ... I was just trying...."
"Go ahead and plead all you want. I'm still gonna fuck you but good."
"Warren, no! You're getting out of control!"
With a brutal shove, he pushed her back against the sofa, and she collapsed helplessly down on it. She struggled up to race for the bathroom and lock herself in, but he caught her and threw her back down. There was nothing she could do now. No matter how hard she tried to resist, he was going to dominate her. Her face colored a bright red from the shame and humiliation of everything that had happened in the past few hours as his eyes locked on her heaving tits, his heavy breath panting in her face.
Desperately Holly tried to think of something to say to calm him, to make him think twice about what he was doing, but that too was useless. Her lower lip trembled as she tried to form words, to scream. Oh God, he was going to rape her! She was going to be attacked by her own boss. She saw him staring at her voluptuous thighs, his eyes moving upward to feast on her silken bikini crotch for what seemed an endless moment. He was suddenly beside her now, seizing her shoulders with each hand, his fingers pressing so hard into the tender flesh that her bones ached.
"Get used to it, Holly baby," he warned her. "We're going to be doing a lot more of this, and you're going to learn to love me!"
His angry face was only inches away from hers, his hot breath raking her cheek. She felt as though she were in the hands of a criminal, not with her own boss whom she had been working with every day since she got her job as swimming teacher at the center!
"Now take your bikini bottoms off, or shall I rip them off?"
The luscious young brunette lay on the couch in helpless shock, her useless clothing wrenched and torn away from her cowering body and scattered sloppily over the floor. It was broad daylight, but she knew that nothing would stop Warren Friesen now, not even the neighbors who might see it and talk.
She squirmed once again, trying to break away, and pushed out against his shoulders. With one hand, he held her down and with the other he suddenly slapped her across the cheek so violently that she thought her head was going to snap off. The tender skin glowed and stung as though it had been doused by acid. She fought and struggled for real now, kicking and scratching him like a trapped wildcat. Their arms and legs tangled, and before she knew what was happening, they had rolled off the sofa to the thickly carpeted floor.
Holly felt the full weight of his muscular body on top of her, sapping the breath from her lungs. Suddenly he was up on his knees, his legs straddling her belly, and reaching down, he tore her flimsy bikini bottoms brutally away.
"Please, Warren, not this way!" she pleaded frantically. She knew he was going to rape her now, no matter how much she protested and pleaded. He was going to screw her until his big huge prick seared every inch of her well-licked cunt. He would show no mercy, but she knew she would like it ... love it!
His weight lifted slightly as he ripped down his zipper arid wriggled his jeans down to his knees. "Ooooohhhh ... baby!" he moaned as she felt him cruelly splaying her legs apart on the floor.
"Warren, we have to talk," she pleaded futilely in a last attempt to reason with him. But he seemed so angry and his eyes were glazed with pure animal lust now. Holly felt him drop back to his knees between her thighs, his thickly pulsing cock throbbing and jerking as it jutted outward from his loins. Knocking her almost breathless, he lunged forward on top of her and fucked his cunt-stretching hardness deep up into her cunt, already moistened by Keith's fingering and licking. To Holly it felt like a thick hot weapon fucking into her. Each time it hit her in the tender furrow between her legs, she jumped with pain and pleasure.
"Aaaaaagh, ooooohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, again and again, and finally he found the tiny cunthole he'd been looking for after having been blinded by his animal frenzy. As his hips jerked forward, the thick head of his cock rammed up against her cringing pussy lips, forcing them apart and sinking a brutal inch deep inside her cunt, spreading the elastic entrance cruelly wide so that she squirmed and jerked on the floor.
"Aaaaawwwwww, ohhhhhh! Ooooohhhhh!" she screamed in terror and delight. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiii ... oooohhhhhhhhhh!"
"You like it, don't you? You like me finishing up the job that Edwards started!"
"Ooooooohhhhh!" she wailed, her mouth wide open, her throat straining as the useless moans poured out from her chest. She could feel Warren recoiling for a moment like a snake about to strike, and then suddenly he lunged again, fucking his monstrous cock deeper in her hot naked pussy. Without mercy he fucked into her in hard, brutal strokes as she writhed and bucked in futile protest on the rug beneath him. Shoving his hands under the backs of her thighs, he pushed his legs upward until her feet were dangling in the air, pointing ludicrously toward the ceiling. Her knees were bent back so that they were practically touching the carpet on either side of her head, and she groaned again as his belly slapped hard against hers with an obscene thud. Again and again his deeply fucking cock drove further and further inside her until she was wracked with mind-blowing sensations. His cum-bloated balls beat a tattoo against her nakedly upturned asscheeks, and her head bobbed up and down off the floor with each violent motion of his body. The smacking of flesh against naked flesh reverberated obscenely through the room like paddles slapping against naked asses.
A low moan erupted from her throat, bringing no response from Warren, who was lost in animal intensity as he concentrated on skewering her body. He responded only by fucking harder and harder until his throbbing hot thickness was assaulting her nakedly spread pussy, and she was certain that her insides would be destroyed. Her own boss was raping her in the middle of her living room floor! She was being used as a whore, a common slut, and there was nothing she could do about it, no way she could fight back. But she really didn't want to!
"How's this, baby?" Warren sneered down at her. "Are you getting your kicks now?" he grunted, ramming farther and farther up inside her her aching bruised cunt until she thought she couldn't stand a second of it any longer. He dug his fingernails savagely into her firm-fleshed thighs, and she mewled in delight. "Oooooohhhhh ... oooohhhhhh!"
"How do you like it?" he demanded again, when she gave no answer. "Well?"
"Oh ... no ... I ... I love it ... oooohhhh ... oooohlihhhhh!" she groaned, her brown hair flailing from side to side and her teeth clenched tightly together.
"You better love it, damn you, you better!" he shouted at her, his face distorted with insane passionate anger.
He fucked into her even more feverishly, increasing the tempo until his helplessly skewered brunette couldn't protest any longer, until all thought and feeling was focused on his lust-thickened cock ramming deep up inside her loins and she couldn't even think straight.
"Put some action into it," he commanded in a deep gruff voice. In a matter of only a few moments his personality seemed to change completely. He was an animal now, a tyrant who wanted nothing more than her total submission. She knew he couldn't possibly listen to reason, for she had hurt him and his hurt had turned to blind-rage. He was fucking her like a man possessed!
Suddenly, she began a mechanical grinding motion back up at him, pushing her naked cunt hard up against his wildly fucking cock to escape the nails raking demandingly over her bare flesh. A complicated network of red welts followed their path, but her excitement grew and grew every second. Holly could feel Warren building to orgasm, his hugely throbbing cock expanding to an even greater size inside her tightly clenching cuntwalls as it strained for the final peak of ecstasy. But it delayed at the last second, torturing and teasing her. He was going to shoot his cum deep up inside her, not lovingly but with rage and anger in order to hurt her as she had hurt him.
Her whole body tensed and trembling, she waited for the furious explosion that she knew would follow. "Oooohhhhh ... oohhhhh ... I'm sorry Warren, I really am ... but don't cum yet ... wait for me ... wait for meeeeeeeeee!" she groaned hotly. But he was too far gone. There was no tenderness or consideration left inside him.
Levering higher over her, Warren quickened his pace until his cock was rocketing in and out of her pussy like a quick-pistoning engine. His fingers kneaded her flesh in blatant disregard of her pleas. He wanted to destroy her, to fuck her half to death, and his prick kept expanding in her ravaged cunt until she thought it was going to burst her tender pussywalls apart!
She waited a long lingering second, and then felt the expected eruption. Cringing under him and groaning out her protest, she sensed the first jet of her boss' white-hot cum rocketing up inside her cock-stretched cunt, deep into her aching belly, and she clasped her pussy muscles tight in a desperate last-ditch attempt to devour even more of his prick and to stop the ramming motion, but it only seemed to spur him on. His cock fucked deeper and deeper inside her cunt, sending more cum shooting deep into her belly. And then finally a deep-throated groan burst from his heaving chest, and he collapsed back down on her nakedly ravished body, breathing heavily and sucking in air as though he would die any minute.
"Aaaaaagggggggg ... God!" he groaned as he shot the last spurt of his cum into her shuddering pussy. And then, slowly, little by little he pulled out from her, his deflated cock raw and shiny from the mingled cum and pussy-juices. Gazing down, he saw his jism trickling down between her luscious widespread legs that were-still scissored open and jerking from the ordeal her body had undergone.
Her cunt felt sore and was still hot, and she made no attempt to move as Warren slipped into his jeans again and pulled the zipper up with a metallic whizzing sound, then slipped into his shirt.
"Well, are you still hot for that Edwards guy and my buddy Mark Donahue after that fucking? You're a real nympho if you are, sweetie," he said smugly as he loomed over her.
Suddenly her eyes blinked open, and she pushed herself up off the carpet on her elbows, her jaw set in defiance.
"Yes, I'm still hot," she hissed back at him. "Especially for Donahue. I'm going to become his swimming partner if it's the last thing I do."
"I said he was interested in you teaming up with him. I didn't say you were his only option."
"When he gets to know me better I will be!" she retorted, unable to keep herself from flushing as she remembered how she must have looked to the muscular swimmer, lying on the floor of her office getting her naked pussy licked by Keith Edwards. God, what must he think of her!
"In fact," she continued, trying to cover up her embarrassment, "I'm looking forward to getting to know someone who doesn't have to act like an animal to get what he wants. You said before that you loved me. Well, this is a fine way to show it!"
Warren Friesen stopped in his tracks. She was right and he knew it. Maybe he could try to explain to her how he felt. Maybe then she would understand. It was just that he was so fucking jealous of her that he lost all control. Shit, he didn't mind all that much her fooling around with a punk like Edwards. Besides, the guy was too young and Holly didn't seem to care for him all that much. But he had seen the way the beautiful brunette had looked at Donahue. It was like love at first sight. Man, bringing that handsome bastard around was the biggest mistake of Warren's life!
"Look, Holly...." he began, "I love you, I really do. I was just jealous. But now that I've cooled off I can see how wrong I was. Can't we just forget it and start all over?" he pleaded.
"Not on your life. You blew it. Get out of here!"
"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.
"You'll see me on the news after Mark Donahue and I complete the swim. Now get out of my apartment before I call the police!" she screamed.
As Warren closed the front door quietly behind him, Holly slowly rolled over onto her side and struggled into a position to get up. A dull pain suffused her battered and well-fucked body as she carefully rose to her feet, picking up her rumpled clothing along the way.
"You son of a bitch," she muttered under her breath. "If you were going to force me, you could have at least let me cum!" Then, her clothes in hand, she walked naked into the bathroom to take a shower.